Fuel for thought.

It's been almost two years since I stuck anything on here. Looking forward — I mean, forwod, I'll try to keep the gaps down to just a single year.

The FASHION Of The Christ?

No wait, that's supposed to be PASSION.

And where's the THE?

No matter how badly you butcher the marquee, that's a war-surplus Quonset Hut converted into a movie theater. And it don't get much cooler than that — even if this Cinedome is a long way from the Cinerama Dome.

Not a sign, but it sure says a lot.

It's pretty easy to figure out what happened. Person took order. Line 1: "Best Wishes Suzanne." Line 2 was to be "We Will Miss You." There was a communication breakdown between the order taker and the decorator. Honest mistake. And a very very stupid one.

Why there's always a disposable camera in my glovebox.

Southwestern Virginia. Some little bitty town along 81.

The four-foot midget (sorry, MIDGIET) was not in when we stopped by. In fact, my daughter was the shortest one there.

Guess I should comment on the quality of the photos you see here, especially since my best friend is a fantastic photographer and probably vomits when he sees my work here. My main concern is to document this stuff, not create the perfect shot. Whatever "composition" there may be depends solely on being able to read the thing -- though with this one, I like the off-center thing created by the Spongebob disposable camera. (Unlike my work, Bob's shot on the FRIUT STAND one below looks quite nice.)

I'm planning on getting one of those plastic Chinese Holgas soon, which will hopefully give this stuff a more artistic vibe.

Somewhere on I-70, facing East, perhaps?

Photo by Bob Robinson.

Our Founding Fathers, They Weep.

Located on the Fourth Of July, Garner, North Carolina. This thrift store did its patriotic duty and commemorated our nation's independence with a huge store-wide discount. They even invited us all to "selebrate" with them.

These folks seem to operate completely independently from any spelling ability whatsoever.

C'mon in!

I've been wanting to do this for a long long time.

Back in college--Colorado State in the late Eighties--I started taking pictures of signs with stuff misspelled. Fruit and vegetable stands are big for this. Fish markets, too ("shrimps" is a favorite).

I've amassed quite a few of these over the years. And this blog is gonna finally give me something to do with them.

This first one is courtesy of JR's Flea Market in Smithfield, North Carolina. There was signage everywhere--snack bar menu, parking lot, etc--and almost every word was misspelled. If you come here regularly, you'll see a lot of this place.

This one's so good, I also use it on my web site.